BELTANE FLOWER MOON & BRIGID'S FLAME
- Sally Somerton
- May 1
- 2 min read
I am the flame that does not flicker, when the wind whispers or roars.
I am the quiet fire beneath your ribs, that you have tried so carefully to contain.
You call this night Beltane.
You call it Full Flower Moon.
I call it truth made visible, by light of sun and moon.
The blossom does not ask if it is too much.
The moon does not lessen herself to be loved.
Why do you?
Come nearer to me, listen well..
You have tended others’ fires long enough.
Warmed their hands and lit their paths.
Kept yourself small so they would not burn.
But I did not make you to be a hearth for all.
I made you a forge.
Tonight, under this full and watchful moon,
I place the flame back into your keeping.
Not the polite ember, the living fire.
The one that asks:
What are you ready to create?
What are you ready to stop carrying?
What truth has been glowing quietly,
waiting for your courage to name it?
Do not fear your heat.
Creation requires it.
Desire requires it.
Transformation demands it.
And the moon,
she will not let you hide from it now.
Let her light fall on all you have softened, silenced, and shrunk.
Good. Now breathe.
And feed the flame.
With honesty.
With choice.
With the smallest, bravest act of becoming.
I am not only goddess of gentle light.
I am spark to steel.
Word to voice.
Vision to form.
I am the moment the idea becomes action.
And you?
You are not waiting to begin.
You are already lit.
Remember:
A flower does not apologise for blooming.
A fire does not apologise for burning.
A woman does not need permission to become her true self.
So rise.
Not louder for show, but truer for yourself.
Tend what is yours.
Let the rest fall to ash.
May your voice find its flame.
May your truth find its form.
May what you are becoming, be stronger than what you were.
Sally x 🔥🌕🌸
Sally Somerton - Island Writer
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